All my life I’ve wanted to fit in – to fit in to a nationality, to gender, to a religion, to a group of friends, and I never really felt...

You can picture a wormhole as a kind of tunnel that connects two points in spacetime. That tunnel could be a straight chute or take a...

I go over the dunes to the beach to pray, as I intend to do every morning - and sometimes succeed. I'm too late to see the sunrise, but...

This morning the sunrise was painted in pastels, with a crisp breeze and a receding tide, rivulets rippling along the beach to the sea...

There are mornings - today was one - when I look out of the window and see only grey skies, drizzle and trees gusting in the wind. "There...